Well, this is awkward. I don't blog more than ten words in over a week, and now I'm asking you a favour? Who the hell do I think I am? Don't I know you're busy people? I know. But the thing is, I need you. At least, I'm hoping it's you I need, because you're my final hope. Something needs to get me...

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Some weeks I just have nothing to say. Or, rather, I'm saying it all in 140 characters or less. How's YOUR week going? {Jane Gowans Matilda ring} ...

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24th July 2010: Me and Fin standing on the wall opposite my parents' house. 16th May 2012: Colin Firth standing on the wall opposite my parents' house. It's been a very surreal week. Top image, as ever, by Lillian and Leonard (more here). Bottom image by my mum, from her living room window, like the stalker she is. ...

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I am oddly fascinated by the ways that people find my blog. Unlike blogs that fall squarely within a defined genre - wedding blogs, fashion blogs, cute-quirky-crafty blogs - I don't tend to attract a lot of readers through random search engine hits. Well, I do, but they're all looking for fake ponytails or, more recently, high-heeled flippers and dolphin sex. No, I...

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Last week's verdict: must try harder. So in that spirit, I finally got my arse in gear and took some actual photographs on an actual camera, which means you're getting some proper pictures instead of teeny tiny thumbnails designed to camouflage the crapness of last week's photographic catastrophes. I'm not sure the outfits themselves are any better, but you can't have everything. So,...

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"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a warm-blooded woman in possession of good eyesight, must be in want of some gratuitous pictures of Colin Firth."  Jane Austen. (Probably.) If you were in Britain and had a pulse in 1995, you will remember the phenomenon that was the BBC's adaptation of Pride and Prejudice. It was a classic of the genre, the standard...

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Before Saturday, I had never, ever seen Die Hard. I'll pause to allow a collective gasp of child-of-the-80s horror at this admission. Of course I was aware of it, just like I'm aware of Miracle Whip and people who vote for Boris Johnson: I know these things exist, but I don't feel the need to experience them personally. It was always just another noisy, explosiony action film...

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Day 1: Makes me want to twirl. The infamous yellow skirt, making me want to twirl (and get a non-crap camera phone). Day 2: Bright happy colour. Honeymoon scarf! Never fails to perk me up. Even when I miss my bus and forget my purse ON THE SAME DAY. Yeah, that happened. Day 3: Jazz up your hands. I was going to make jazz hands...

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April started so well. New job! Chocolate! Larking about in the woods wearing inappropriate shoes! Then it got a bit boring, and then it got a bit, well, horrendous. So I'm hoping May will be just like April, but in reverse. (Hear that, universe? Got it? Good.) As of now, May is looking like a quiet month. There's nothing much in my diary....

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